# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

only one visitor.

Claire asked for me.

I stood outside her room until the nurse opened the door.

My daughter lay beneath pale blankets with an oxygen tube under her nose.

Her face was swollen and bruised, but her eyes were clear.

“You look terrible,” she said.

“So do you.”

“I suppose honesty runs in the family.”

“Not exactly.”

The faint smile disappeared.

“Sit continue reading …